Almodovar likes to play movies in movies, and I just wanted to re-watch "All About My Mother" (pretend to be reviewing Spanish), but I didn't expect to re-watch "A Streetcar Named Desire" by the way. When I was in high school, I thought Blanche was a bit neurotic. At that time, I would still stand in the crowd and criticize a series of politically correct things. Without critical thinking about the concept of "public knowledge", I would follow the children who were sprayed by the media such as the International Students Daily, and even more so. I can't understand Huang Ali's stand-up comedy. Of course, at that time, I thought that everything in my life would be complete, but I didn't expect to gradually discover that what seemed to be the most peaceful life was full of internalized suffering. Regardless of gender theory or confrontation, let’s just talk about these two films that generate intertextuality. No matter what sexual orientation or physiology, all kinds of women face similar trials and distresses. They are carried away by passion and romance. Fascinated by roses and etiquette, abandoned, betrayed, and violent, without an apology, waiting for them are hot and cold hookups and casual responses. Forced to start writing film reviews, not knowing whether it's sincerity or acting. All I want to say is in the screenshot. Combining the twists and turns I have experienced this year, at least for me now, I see girls who dare not love, dare not hate, escaping their own destiny and freedom of self-choice, and girls who succumb to the cheap sweetness of others' performance and care, look. To girls who deceive themselves, to girls who are held back by moral shackles and dare not stand up to accuse abuse and assault, to girls who dress themselves up just to objectify themselves, I hate women with gnashing teeth and stigmatization and discrimination. I especially hate the mentality in the first picture of holding a violent man in his arms and being a savior of the world. Can the pleasure brought by spiritual sadism and masochism be called love? Society, how pathetic and deplorable. Then I want to say that existential feminism is too easy to breed misogynists who are irresponsible and have fun but never think about responsibility and responsibility, and should be wary of the feminist views that the Kim Kardashians have raised and are tied to consumerism. Money aside, let's look at the tragic situation of women without financial independence in old-fashioned marriages - in the context of the movie, where else can they go except to face the domestic abuser played by Marlon Brando? Stella finally carried the baby up to the second floor to find Eunice crying and saying that she would never go back, but where could she go? She's not Kylie Jenner and can easily talk about Travis Scott's betrayal by saying "we're just opening up." Women have unexpected resilience and tension in life and should be seen and acknowledged. "A Streetcar Named Desire" shows the exploitation and compromise of female power, and "All About My Mother" is a re-examination, recognition and presentation of it.
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